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Itchy

each night I sleep

entwined in the comfortable branches

of a mossy oak

by day I play

among the lissom saplings

and wonder

how far I might still bend

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youthcomfortageyearning

Ruined

beggared on this taunted key

eyes, long emptied stark hollows of jaundice,

no longer reflect the encirclement of youthful steel

 

and, thus cowered beneath such plumb altiloquence,

she finds herself now wimpled in a creeping green

where her walls bleed a jealous neglect

 

fish flaked the façade of dandruff drips

her autumnal fall into sorry stupor where

g...

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agedeclineneglectruinbeauty.

Served by the Slice

served by the slice  

this body, cut through in the redesign for a different life,

whistles a frayed remembrance leaving naught but remnants

when falling for the suicidal hiatus of a tethered tale

 

in these days, of the child’s exultation, sing your song

as a lyrical dog chases damsons and damsels and the first and

furriest flavour the dustiest corpse of trees; dark...

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angeragethe cult of youthwritingself doubt

Foundations

the blocks of childhood

solid, set square in red brick,

yet from the start porous, lined

by a cancerous quick

so soon perished

barely noticed we chalk one up

then tally them daily

our stars of awe and wonder

in diligent swathes

until the toehold twists

and the road falls away

when the choked black

fear stacked Sunday Psalms

choose today

(a...

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lossdeathchildhoodage

All The Time In The World

hewn in antiquity of fire and ice

rough fell born in flash and fury hurled

from the high ground fountainhead

 

set in motion artlessly impelled

downwards tumbling by such attraction

that demands all obey its draw

 

but my life’s course stretches far beyond

your mortal grasp and moves at a pace

measured in millennia as you count days

 

I may rest b...

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